Badri Raina: Rage (a poem)


by Badri Raina


The rich, they rage together,

The rich are unionised;

The poor have separate religions,

The poor are well advised.


The rich, they say they want no state,

But  know they are the state;

The poor, how they need a state

That might turn round their fate.


The rich, their grievance never ends,

They never have enough;

The poor, they are ready to go

With the least crumb in the trough.


The gods, they do not advocate

Equality, justice, peace;

They  favour or disfavour,

Depending upon the fees.


Caring  ones write articles,

But what article has worth

If the writer be not  of the set

Rich in social girth.


Thus how the tree in my steady ken

Seems always to know better;

As I write of a world in whirl,

Rooted remains his letter.


——-January 31, 2012



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